Reading 'Poetics of Relation' was an exercise of tenderness that does not grasp or hold something tightly against false sense of urgencies and mindless flaneur-like wanderings. I am learning a tenderness that allows itself to take an amorphous form through a reciprocal and sacred exchange in relation to one another. A tenderness that permits itself to actively participate in the weaving of a spiraling web, even if it does not know what kind of world/imaginary it is building, or who will inhabit it.
Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness.
∆ Lao Tzu
"A discipline [Architecture] that disciplines space; an echo chamber that is so absorbed by its customary navel-gazing that it doesn’t notice the world passing by."
"Those of us subject to and subjected to the most brutal of human degradations have had to cultivate modes of being, other kinds of living, so that new imaginative possibilities might still take root among us. These cultivations of lives not meant to be lived have been lived with a ferocity of thought, care and communality in service of implanting, rooting and maybe even harvesting new ways of being together."
If there is one thing capitalism hates, it’s a long period of time, because in the fullness of time, all is eventually revealed.